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If she could read his mind, she would know that she was right. It would have been about his memory, his increasing desperation to get it back. There was so much he lost, and at this point he wasn’t sure if he would ever regain them. Though all of that will wait for her. Anything she needed it would come first.
He’s only seen her like this once before, and it didn’t end well for him. So, knowing that it really was him making her act somewhat flustered, he couldn’t help but feel his own heart race. Though he holds his calm demeanor, hoping she doesn’t have any reason to ever check his pulse.
When she kisses him, he was sure his brain just completely turned off. As she walks away his face turns a very bright red. He makes his way towards the hanger, but he is sure to cover his mouth with his hand, trying and failing to hide what he was feeling behind it. He’s not sure that she’s still even in the room when he speaks, but he still spoke as if she was still around.
“I-I’ll see you in ten.” It was safe to say that he was excited… Excited to be with her.
The attempt to maintain whatever the hell they were, before, before the amnesia, before the time Rex had gone missing, before, before, before. It had become so incredibly crowded in her head lately. Heels of palms cover her eyes, sliding against her now closed door. She hopes he can’t tell how stressed she is. How desperately she’s trying to not fall apart. Everything had gone back to normal. no more outbreaks, no more chaos. Except Rebecca Holiday felt like she was in the middle of two storms, sternly pulled in every-which-way except where she wanted to go. That same mentality, to just file it away for later investigation, tended to get her stuck on things. Clothes are haphazardly thrown on, it’s not so much about what she looks like so much as she doesn’t want to wear scrubs out with him. Out. Drinks. There’s that slow ribbon to wrap around her, an anchor, amidst chaos that makes her give a dry little laugh. She’s happy even if there’s such a grand uncertainty hanging itself at her door. He wants to remember, and it hurts her that she can’t help Six at all. Heavily she exhales, hands clasped in front of her, as she tilts her head to look over the vehicle of choice. “ the bike? kinda feels like a Rex influence.. “










